Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[Nidelia]

Alaric smiled at Mackenzie's order, this time it was his typical charmer grin, and he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He reached out, sensing the same energies as the ones he'd already teleported here, then snapped his fingers, and they were all teleported safely back into the walls of Vitae. He looked around and sat on the nearest steps of a buildings porch and sighed. He wasn't so much exhausted, as much as he was more shaken up by the Gods' actions.

What had the humans been thinking, agreeing to help a god like that? Did he threaten them? If so, they could have asked a different god for protection from him. He covered his face in both of his hands with a long, drawn out, sigh and shook his head. There's common sense, then there's no common sense. This fell under no common sense. He rubbed his hands up his face and ran his fingers through his hair. This actually caused for his eyes to open quite wide, and his light green eyes to look like they glowed slightly in the daylight, but of course, they didn't, it was just a reflection of the light.

 

[NanLia]

Ashley hadn't the time to understand what had happened. There was a crashing noise behind them; the building collapsing and sending dust and debris into the lot and clouding her vision. She could see Elijah ahead of her, though the dust, but beyond that nothing more. She coughed and choked on the dust, eyes running as she attempted to keep them open during the assault but it was really to no good. She hadn't see the wolf coming, didn't move out of the way in time.

Ashley was certain, at first that she had tripped Elijah, sending her sprawling out across the concrete with a curse to herself. She heard the distinct ring of metal on paving and watched his sword slide in front of her. He was left open! She scrambled to retrieve it, but what happened over the next few seconds was a blur. There was a wolf, threatening Eli, then a second. Hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword and suddenly the dust was gone, and they were once more inside of Vitae with the familiar nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach. Eyes squeezed closed to keep the world from spinning around her and when the opened once more she was shocked to see a wolf within the walls; the angel brought it with them!


Mackenzie smiled seeing William recognize her, felt his hand take hers. "Oh, thank good-" Voice cut off as his hand tightened on her own, tugging her closer. She knew the man had been less than happy with her earlier, but breaking her fingers was a bit much. Eyes traveled downwards, to their joined hands in confusion, but when his free hand closed around her throat, gripping squeezing her, her dark eyes flew to his. She had been too late. He was gone, the song owned him.

Panic. Free hand flew to his around her throat, clawed at his fingers, her neck trying to pry herself free, but he was much too strong for her. Unbeknownst to her the Oracle in distress sent out an alarm, a call for help, for protection.

She was fighting to keep her adrenaline down, she needed to think clearly, but already the edges of her vision was darkening. Unable to draw breath, she was fighting the battle to remain conscious. Options were limited; he would feel no pain in this state, so she did the only thing she could think of, with what strength she had left she drew back her steel toe booted foot and kicked his prosthetic leg out from beneath him, the hope that as they hit the ground he would lose his grip on her.

As they fell the world changed, dust clouds gone, bright blue sky above, but she was unconscious before they hit the ground.


Bruce had been keeping his distance, he had been witness to the scene earlier when Mac had collapsed and Will had gone to her side; he knew they were lovers, or something and so when she took off to see him, he thought nothing of it. He was keeping watch and not, from the corner of his eye, but thought nothing was amiss until he watched them both go down. He shouted to Aiden before turning to run towards the two, but as they were ported once more, and he tripped to land on his hands and knees, catching himself with a curse.

 

[Ghostly Phantom]

Alex rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore his tease. "You know... I never got a tour of the town. Maybe you could show me around before you give me a tattoo?" She really disliked needles, and was wondering why she even agreed to let him come anywhere near her with one of them. ((What all's going on? Our internet went out, and I have the attention span of a guppy, so reading a bunch of posts is not my strong suit...))

 

[Safton]

Elijah was dumbfounded at the scene in front of him. He didn't know where the second wolf had come from or why it was more interested in scrapping with its own kind instead of tearing his throat out. He stood slowly, feeling that now-familiar sensation in his gut as his surroundings shifted, replacing the rubble and debris with clear skies and pristine walls. He nearly lost his footing again. They were back at Vitae... and they weren't alone. A wolf -- the one who had saved his life mere seconds ago -- was there with them.

Elijah instinctively glanced around for a weapon. His sword was gone from the ground and he'd handed his knife to--

He turned to see Ash, sword in-hand, a few feet away. Davenport approached her, holding his hand out. "I'll be needing that, I think," he remarked flatly, keeping one cautious eye on the werewolf. He had no idea what its motivations were and wasn't willing to take any chances with the day they'd had so far.



William's balance was upended, sending him careening to the ground with Mac in tow. His head struck the asphalt with a thud. The vice grip on Mackenzie's neck loosened, but no pain reached him in his current state even as blood poured down his scalp.

Still, the combined disorientation from the strike and the subsequent teleportation was enough to once again destabilize the dream. His consciousness was slowly beginning to recognize the mental paradise for what it was: a cage. The tranquility of the beach was suddenly gone as storm clouds were rippling on the horizon.

Still, his body moved of its own accord. The Song was persistent; it would not be cheated or resisted. Laying flat on the ground, he turned to stare blankly at Mac, but made no movement toward her. Instead, he reached down into his jacket to draw his pistol.

"Not her. No, no, no." The dream had peeled away, revealing his surroundings once again. He begged himself to stop, pouring every ounce of willpower into an attempt to wrest control of his body from the Song.

The gun was deaf to his mental protests, coming up toward the Oracle... but halting midway. Gray irises flashed with life again. He stared into Mac's dark eyes, pausing. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

He couldn't fight the Song or its homicidal urges... but he could give it a new target.

Without hesitation, he turned the gun toward himself and cocked the hammer back.

 

[Nidelia]

Alaric was barely aware of what was happening when he was impounded by the need for help from the Oracle, he was there in a split second as she took William down. He then watched as William then pulled out a gun, but before he could do anything he was pointing it at himself instead of Mackenzie, but before he could shoot himself he made the gun disappear completely. He then attempted to grab a hold of William with inhuman strength and would then looked directly into his eyes. The song should have ended, given that they were no longer in New York or the range of Hypnos, so he wasn't sure what was going on.

If he had succeeded in grabbing William he would carry him over to a porch and up onto it, putting him in the corner with a pillar behind him and make rope appear and tie him in place. If this happened, he would also then proceed to walk up and put his hands over William's ears, starting to mentally project other sounds into his mind and hearing, drowning out the song. Songs like that, were honestly not just godly powers, even Angels could deal with it. If all this was successful, he'd step back and cross his arms, looking at William.

 

[Crono]

One moment Chase had been ready to end the circling with a lunge, and the next he saw familiar buildings and streets. Vitae. Chase had quickly realized, his tense stance not dropping at the realization that he was here as a wolf now. The wolf quickly spun its head spotting the others who looked rather ready to deal with him. Not that he completely blamed them. Chase started to growl low and defensive as he backed away slowly. The moment Thomas had gone for his sidearm Chase turned and started sprinting away, right by two panicking colonists.

A shot rang out before Chase felt the intense searing pain in his flank just before rounding the corner of a building. Through the pain and the panic Chase's mind was racing. There were a few shouts in the direction he'd come from, it was hard to say how many saw him. For now he was desperately trying to hide, and the moment he saw the backside of a few houses with nobody nearby he high-tailed in that direction. Meanwhile he felt the bleeding, to what extent was hard to say if it could be used to track him.

Once at the buildings Chase shifted back into his naked form with a gasp and hiss, hand going to his currently bleeding thigh. The silver bullet lodged inside was giving off some intense pain. The man grabbed a shovel that was leaning against the back of the house, and gave a quick look around before using it to break the lock on the cellar door. Quickly ducking inside and shutting it Chase limped down the stairs before stumbling into a shelf with a curse. For now he'd have to hope nobody was home.

Chase was breathing hard and trying not to panic, though that's exactly what the man was doing. Would they realize he was missing? Would they figure out he was the wolf? Chase knew he'd have to leave before any such accusations hit. Shit. Realizing if they came to any conclusion that they'd go after his dad, and with his clothes and phone back in New York thanks to whoever ported them back, he had no way to warn him or even ask for help.

The man pulled himself back up with grit teeth as he started to search the basement. He had to stop the bleeding, find something to cover up with, and figure out what his next move was.​

 

[NanLia]

Ashley was more that willing to turn the hilt of the sword over to Eli as he approached, blue eyes watching the wolf with extreme trepidation. How the angel had failed so perfectly, she couldn't understand. He was supposed to be a creature of God and yet somehow he let a wolf into their midst. They needed to work quickly to eliminate the threat but before she could do much else, Thomas was already opening fire on the beast.

Unfortunately he'd only wounded it, letting the wolf tear off into the colony. She hissed at Thomas. "Idiot." Even she knew if you were going to shoot a wolf, a skittish one at that, to make sure it was a kill shot. "Can you track it?" She asked Eli, already headed the way it had gone. "I need to find Mac," She paused, looking for her partner with a frown, she turned back to Eli. "Try and keep on it's trail, I'l get Mac. She'll catch him."


Mackenzie's gasped from air. Williams grip loosened enough for breath and she was immediately pushing his hand from her throat, seeking sweet breath. Ears rung and light flickered across her vision, unable to focus. She could see a face laying next to her and she frowned, attempting to recall what happened. ...William?

He looked lost, confused; he was watching her but it was like he couldn't see her, or maybe didn't know her? Mind cleared and she remembered, the Song! Hypnos. He'd been in the building when the horn was used and his mind was lost. She needed to stop him, to help him but it was hard to move. She watched him draw the pistol from his coat. Knew where it was headed and she couldn't even stop him, she wasn't sure she wanted him to.

Something changed. "I'm sorry." She scrambled, attempting to force herself to move, willed herself to reach but Alaric was beating her to him. Gun gone the angel was hauling the large man away like a spoiled child and for once Mackenzie was not cursing the holy beings' existence. She couldn't see what Alaric was doing, or attempting to do, she only knew of one being that could reverse what was wrong with William. Hypnos.

She forced herself onto her knees, it was agony, she could feel warm blood trickling down through her scalp, down her neck. She was infuriated. Hypnos! She called to the god the only way he had answered her in the past. You sleepy bastard. You got your wife! Give him back!

Any warnings from Thanatos were forgotten; she had done the gods bidding, she had opened the gateway for him to take their vengeance. Hell she had been prepared to even forgive the gods for their lies, but this was not something she was going to forget or forgive; she knew for certain now that a god, or goddess could not only be captured, but held and bled. She was willing to do both if need be.

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos' voice swept through Mackenzie's mind like a gentle breeze. Of course, I have no intention of robbing you of what I have gone so far to protect..... Sing to him Mackenzie. Your song will bring him back to your side. I will be there shortly, to accept to consequences for my vengeance. With that Hypnos ended to message and tended to his wife.

When Alaric left with the humans Hypnos and Thanatos left for Erebos, their stronghold as it was. It was the one place they could be sure that nothing human could harm them. For now at least. Hypnos gently laid Pasithea on his bed and began to softly sing to her.

The storm that had been looming over the colony disappeared as quickly as it arrived. As the sunlight streamed through the retreating clouds Hypnos appeared within the colony. His artifacts no where to be seen and a bronze chain with an odd aura around it for anyone who could sense it. The drowsy god would stand there in the middle of it all waiting for them to pass their judgment.

Thanatos stood beside his brother with an annoyed look on his face. Why Hypnos would allow himself to be judged by the humans was beyond him, but Thanatos wasn't going to stand by and reap his own brother because the colony didn't like their way of doing things.

 

[Safton]

Will was already applying pressure to the trigger when the handgun disappeared from his hand, leaving his fist to close around thin air. He had barely a moment to stare dumbfounded at his appendage before he was seized by Alaric and dragged toward a nearby deck. William was a larger man than most. Strong, athletic. Imposing even. But he was childlike in his inability to resist the angel's grasp over him. He couldn't have broken the hold even if he wanted to... and he didn't. Hendrix closed his eyes and allowed himself to be carried. He knew Alaric was sworn to protect Mackenzie -- the angel was doing his job. Smiting him before he could harm the his charge. Whether by his own bullet or the angel's power, the end result was the same -- he would be dead, but more importantly he wouldn't be able to hurt Mac.

It was a fair trade.

Will's eyes snapped open when he felt the rope wrap around his torso, tying him in place. He frowned in confusion until he felt the hands cover his ears, followed by a new sound barrage of sound. They seemed to come from within his head, not outside, filling every crevice of his mind. He felt the final vestiges of the Dream and Song recede like the tide from a shoreline... but it wasn't gone. Like any tide, he knew it would return in time. Alaric had bought him time... but he was still a threat to those around him. To Mac. He looked up at the angel. "I'm not safe. You have to finish it," he said, almost pleading.



Elijah hesitated as he looked between the direction the wolf had taken off and Ashley. Will was unaccounted for -- he hadn't seen him since he'd walked into that building in New York. Chase had disappeared during the clash in the parking lot. He was torn between dashing off to find his partner -- his friend -- and doing his job. His grip around the sword's handle tightened. With a sigh he called out to Ash, "Make sure Will's okay. Find Chase if you can!" With that, he turned and set off after the Werewolf. It would be no easy task -- if the silver bullet hadn't hit something vital, the Wolf would be wounded but not dead. Hurt and backed into a corner, it could very well be twice as dangerous as before. He could only hope that the good manners it showed in NYC would hold up now that it had a slug burning away at it.

 

[Nidelia]

Alaric shook his head at William's words. "Her wish is for you to live, not die, therefore, I can not kill you, even if I wanted to," he said pointing to Mackenzie. "Therefore I was forced to protect her in a way that didn't harm you," he adds. "But I bought you enough time so she can get Hypnos's ass over here to fix his problem himself," he finishes with an annoyed growl. He hated that god now., not that he had a particular love of gods in the first place, after all, God was no more, and had disappeared. Not that he was spiteful, he'd never go around announcing to everyone that God was gone, if he did that, he imagined it would cause more damage than good.

Aurora had finally finished eating and had started to walk around the medical building, exploring. She was uneasy in this place, whether it was because she was on edge because of what happened, or distrust of anything here, she wasn't sure, but she also had a weird feeling. But then she heard loud noises coming from what looked like a cellar of the building. She looked around and saw a package of syringes, she grabbed one and held it in a fighting stance as she started down the stairs quietly and stealthily.

Upon entering, she noticed it was very dark, but surely there was a light, she reached over and found a light switch and turned the light on and looked over, finding quite the sight. A naked man with a bleeding hole in his leg, but instead of being bashful or anything, she just gasped. "Are you okay?" she asked concernedly as she was still holding the syringe defensively, but then quickly just put it down on the nearest surface. She of course didn't realize what this man was, yet, so she figured he was just a hurt human. She started to walk towards him.

 

[NanLia]

Ashley didn't need to be told twice to look for the rest of their party, she hadn't seen either of the other men since they'd stepped foot into the building separately. Her first concern was finding Mackenzie to get her on the wolf's trail; there were colonists at risk, however she did not expect to find her partner in the condition that she did. A short jog from where she'd left Elijah and Thomas she came across Mackenzie knelt in the center of a sidewalk facing a house. She approached with caution and witnessed the same phenomenon she had earlier. Mac's eyes were whited out, the only way to describe it, she had no pupils, no iris and was perfectly still. She knew the cause of this and when her friend returned to normal and their eyes locked Ashley spoke first. "Hypnos's Oracle?"

Mackenzie was surprised to see Ashley but quickly nodded to her friend, she cleared her throat and held out a hand for help. "I need to get to Will." She felt Ash's grip on her forearm, pulling her to stand, she felt weak, beyond exhausted and she must have wrecked her head against concrete after they were teleported here by Alaric this last time; she was pretty sure if she looked own she'd see the blood spot left behind.

Ashley was greatly concerned, Mac never asked for help unless she was next death, or maybe someone else was? "Where to?" Ashley had not seen Alaric or William on the porch to the house, their house in fact. Mackenzie directed and Ashley helped the smaller woman to where she wanted to go, more prevented Mackenzie from tripping and falling on their way. Up the steps to the porch Ashley gave Alaric a concerned frown seeing William bound to the porch's banister. "Ummm."


Mackenzie moved away from Ashley and Alaric, approaching William like one would approach a cornered animal, she wasn't certain if he was there or not, though it looked like he had clarity. She trusted the angel had bound him tightly enough she wouldn't be at risk being near him. Carefully she came to settle next to him, facing him. She drew her knees to her chest, thinking. Hypnos had told her to sing and it would reverse the Horn's spell. Mac knew plenty of songs, but only one came to mind.

She couldn't make eye contact with him, embarrassed. At this point she hoped he wasn't aware of her or his surroundings so she could hopefully get through this with the least amount of shame as possible.

She started to sing quietly at first, voice a whisper.

I've been hearing symphonies, before all I heard was silence.
A rhapsody for you and me, and every melody timeless.
Life was stringing me along, then you came and cut me loose.
Was solo singing on my own, now I can't find a key without you.​

Mackenzie closed her eyes, acutely aware of Ashley and Alaric standing close enough to hear her; she was beginning to think Hypnos had sent her on a fools errand just embarrass her when William would in fact heal on his own, but she wouldn't take that risk.

I'm sorry if it's all too much, every day you're here I'm healing.
And I was running out of luck, I never thought I'd find this feeling.
'Cause I've been hearing symphonies, before I heard was silence.

And now your song is on repeat, and I'm dancing on to you heartbeat.
And when you're gone I feel incomplete.
So if you want the truth, I just want to be part of your symphony.
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
​

As her song drew to a close her voice trailed off, she didn't move. Fear kept her in place; fear that it had worked and he had heard her singing, and fear it wasn't enough and she'd lost him entirely.

​

 

[Safton]

William clenched his jaw at Alaric's answer, but he knew there was little point in disputing the angel's decision. He allowed his head to rest against the column he was tied to, sinking into the restraints with a feeling of resignation. He had no idea if the mission in New York had succeeded. William wasn't sure where Elijah and the others were, if they were safe. But the knowledge that hurt the most, twisting at him like a dagger in his side, was knowing that he'd hurt Mac. That he had tried to kill her. One more person whose blood would have ended up on his hands... but this was different. Mac was different. Will knew why, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it.

The wave of fatigue ate away at his consciousness, draining away at his energy. He struggled to keep his eyes open, even as he heard the sound of someone approaching. His head rolled around to see who it was. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Mac settling down next to him. Will struggled against his bonds, trying futilely to escape her as he turned his head away. He couldn't look into those eyes. Not after what had happened.

But he didn't need to see... only listen. Will's struggling ceased the moment the first lyrics drifted from her lips, freezing him in place. Every inflection of every syllable filled him with a vague warmth. He was lost in a new Song, now -- Mac's Song. Adrift, every second seemed to drag by for hours. Her tune was similar to Hypnos's, yet unique in all the ways that mattered. Where the angelic noise had blanketed it, blocking out its influence, Mac burned it away with every verse. William could feel Hypnos's work unravel -- an impossible knot, loosened further and further by Mackenzie.

Will wasn't sure when it happened, when the last of the god's influence was gone. As her song progressed, he had slowly turned to face Mac, unblinking. The rest of the world was drowned out, inconsequential. Mac's song ended, and color returned to his surroundings. The sounds of Vitae slowly filtered in. He knew without a doubt that his mind was his own again. Mackenzie had saved his life after he'd tried to take hers. Still, he couldn't bring himself to turn away from her again.

Finally he spoke. His voice was dry and raspy, barely above a whisper: "Mac, I..." he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. For everything."

 

[Crono]

Chase was slightly bumbling around in the dark, only a little light was shining in from one of the small windows above ground. Mostly he was feeling for any sort of cloth that he could cover up with, he'd certainly prefer clothing because it was less likely to arouse suspicion than someone bleeding with a sheet draped around them. The mans left hand was grazing over objects whilst his right was clutching his thigh, applying pressure.

The man was so focused on what he was doing he didn't hear the footfalls coming down the steps, and when the light suddenly filled the room Chase instinctively backed away with a small hobble on his injured leg. At first he thought they'd found him, instead a blonde woman stood at the bottom of the steps with a syringe in hand. When she stepped closer Chase stepped further away, putting his left hand up to try and tell her to stay back.

Chase didn't recognize her, though it wasn't like he'd been here long enough or been around to know everyone in the colony. If word hadn't gotten out that there was an injured Werewolf inside the colony Chase suspected it wouldn't be long now. Not to mention now that he could see what was in the room he realized he was in the basement of the clinic. Stupid. This would be one of the first places they'd check, and he'd run straight inside without realizing.

"I'm fine," He'd finally speak trying to give a half-ass smile, "Just stitching myself up and I'm gone." A lie, but what choice did he have. Chase knew he had to get the bullet out soon, but he couldn't do it here and to be honest he wasn't sure he could do it at all. "Just pretend like you didn't even see me." Chase turned his body so that he wasn't facing her to be decent, but kept his eyes locked onto her. For all he knew she'd already alerted the hunters to his location before coming down.​

 

[Nidelia]

Aurora looked at him and kept her distance, per his request. When he explained what was going on she smiled softly. "Let me help you, I used to treat my brothers wounds after a Hunt," she says with a calm tone. She wasn't going to jump to any assumptions, she didn't know what was going on fully, but she could tell this man wasn't going to hurt her, and certainly wasn't in any position to over power her either, at least to his knowledge. She was still smarting slightly from the hole in her back, but she ignored it. "Please, it'll go faster if you let me help as well," she says as she picked up a box of bandages, along with a stitching kit, and anything else she had gotten use to using to treat her brother's after a Hunt.

 

[NanLia]

Silence in the air and Mackenzie held her breath until finally she heard him speak. "Mac, I... I'm sorry. For everything." She inhaled sharply; the song had worked, dark eyes turned to meet his, sad and pained. "Shut up." She said quietly. "It wasn't you." She was finally able to to will herself to move, releasing her knees she shifted closer to him. Leaning against him she reached behind and sought out the binding's ends. Hands shaking it took several attempts to finally release his him and when she leaned back there were tears in her eyes.

"It's my fault." Voice pained, she wanted to look away, but forced herself to keep eye contact; she deserved whatever wrath he may have. "There was a second vision, after the warding fell. I thought... I thought if I got to Pasithea first I could stop them..." She winced and fought to keep from crying. "They killed everyone, not just guards and those that took his wife. Mail clerks, receptionists, visitors... It's my fault. I was the key, their blood is on me." She hated herself for trusting the gods intent; believing they knew the difference between the guilty and the innocent. "If I had been faster I could have saved you. I'm sorry."


Ashley wasn't entirely sure what had happened to William after he'd gone into the building, but clearly Mac had done something to set the man right again as she was taking the bindings from him. Clearly Mac wasn't in an position for a wolf hunt, so Ashley shifted her plan of action. She turned to Alaric, "We need your help. When we came from New York you somehow ported in a Wolf with us. He's running around somewhere in the Colony, injured." She gave a glance to Mac before back to the angel. "Do you think you can find him? Before he hurts anyone?" She at least had William accounted for, but Chase she was going to have to continue searching for.

 

[SynKast]

As she was permitted into the village, she immediately went to find a corner, far away from the homes and people. Keeping her head low as she re-raised her hood and cowl to keep people from looking at her. On her search, she had to walk through a group of hunters. All of which watched her with an intense glare which she could feel despite never looking back. Gripping the reigns of her horse as she walked her horse further through town still hoping to find a decent spot to lay camp, "Come on..."

Eventually, she was able to find a spot that was an empty lot in the village, no home or any other type of building took residence on the plot. All that was there was a wooden fence that was about 8ft tall which would allow her to have her privacy. And, besides that; there was a single tree, one of which she was almost sure would offer fruit in the spring. Now it was time to get to work.

Parking her horse, she wrapped the reigns around the tree and began to unpack the animal. First was her 'home' which wasn't more than a large tent made from goat skin, wooden pegs and poles. It was easily set up, although, it took a bit of time but was eventually put up after awhile.

Next, was the fire pit, that was easy enough. Dig a pit, encircle with stones, some branches and flint, and steel. Done.

Finally, her goal was a garden to be enough to give her enough to have food and spare a bit for the village if they were ever in need. The meat, however, she'd have to hunt for later on. Though, after several hours of tilling dirt, Sibéal eventually grew exhausted and placed her hood and cowl back on before making her way to the bar just after warding off her plot with a bit of animal blood from a jar she'd kept. The warding would cause any invader to be stripped of oxygen and continue to be choked until they stepped out of the warded area or passed out and if they became unconscious they'd remain that way until dragged from the magically warded zone. And Sibéal was smart, placing the warding seals in places most people would never even consider. Any more than just one set, so even if one set was found, there were a few more to be found, if they could even find the first set before they pass out from lack of oxygen. The finishing touch was a simple warning of a sign that read 'No Trespassing, You have been warned."

Deciding that this place was now as good as any, began to make her way around the town, lacking the company of Síle. Though, Edda was still gently hidden under her cowl, wrapped around her neck for warmth while she slept while Sibéal continued her search for a bar to get a drink.

Spoiler: Tent Design

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(P.S. - I apologize for the long wait for my post, I didn't get a notification saying someone had responded to my last post.)​

 

[Indigo Knight]

Ghostly Phantom
Kyle grinned. He was having an awesome day. First off, it was the day he had planned to take off. Secondly, he had donuts. Thirdly, he was spending time with his best friend in the entire world. He nodded. "Alright. You asked for a guide, so a guide I shall be. Although I don't know much about here. I haven't been exploring in the few weeks I've been here. If we get lost, it's your fault."

 

[St. Boethius]

After a few minutes passed and none of the group came to berate or punish Hypnos for exacting his well deserved vengeance Thanatos hoisted his brother up and said, " Come along brother, if they aren't going to come at this point then they'll just have to find you." Hypnos was a bit confused by what Thanatos meant. That was until Thanatos continued speaking, " What happened in New York was as much my fault as it was yours. I know that if it wasn't for my insisting you would have backed out of your vengeance out of consideration for the humans. So whatever punishment they try to impose on you they will have to do to me as well.... what I'm saying Hypnos is that I'll make sure that you don't take the fall for this."

Hypnos couldn't help but smile at Thanatos's words. If only he could be this kind to humanity, or any other being for that matter. Unfortunately Hypnos knew that there were very few beings in existence that held a special place in Thanatos's hard heart and humanity wasn't one of them. " Hold on Thanatos... Thank you for what you're trying to do but I can't... I can't simply sit in Erebos for a few decades and wait for you to reap these hunters. It's... it's not right." At this Death would scoff and cite the many times that Hypnos killed or tricked in the name of Hera only to run to Nyx for protection.
"Its not the same.... I was acting under orders. I didn't have a choice. So of course I ran from the consequences."

Thanatos was about to continue his point and convince Hypnos to leave with him, but Death underestimated just how much guilt Hypnos held within his heart. With a sigh Thanatos let go of his brother " Fine, but I will go talk with your Oracle about this. Since she seems to be the injured party in this situation. Hypnos why don't you go check out the new warding in the Colony?"

Hypnos almost thought Thanatos was trying to trick him when he mentioned new warding but a quick check proved fruitful as not only was there new warding, but a witch as well. Curious as to how it managed to enter Hypnos nodded and gave the bronze chain to Thanatos. Then Hypnos shared with his brother Mackenzie most recent and dark thoughts. Armed with the new information both of them disappeared only to reappear in front of their desired group.

When Thanatos appeared in at the house with Will, Mac, and Alaric he was standing in the street as it were looking towards them. Silently Thanatos approached the group, and ended up standing on the porch with a good distance between the humans and himself. " So, Hypnos tells me you harbour some anger towards him for the little incident that happened in New York." Thanatos said addressing Mackenzie mostly. "What exactly do you intent to do about your anger exactly?"Thanatos asked as he leaned against his cane. The chain was safely tucked away in his clothing.

Hypnos appeared just outside the witch's freshly set up home. Curiosity the only thing keeping his guilt at bay. If she crossed over the runes she must not have ill intent, but still... why was she here? Not seeing the witch around Hypnos entered her home and began to poke around.

 

[SynKast]

St. Boethius -
Upon deciding to poke around, Hypnos would begin to feel his power to be drawn from his body as the runes were mixtures of very strong, ancient Celtic and ancient Nordic runes and symbols that were meant to ward off both divine and mundane trespassers. Yet was specifically permittable by her Gods, both Celtic and Norse. Yet, it was obvious she had yet to ward off the Greek God's yet either, nevertheless, the wards would, in fact, take their own toll on the God as he entered her domain.

Nothing appeared out of the normal on the outside; her horse was tied to the tree with a bail of hay and a trough next to it. Other than that was a half-tilled-soon-to-be garden, and a prepped fire-pit ready to be lit. Nothing typically out of the Ordinary.

However, if Hypnos decided he wanted to rummage through her tent, he'd be stopped by a heavy ward that stopped him from entering, though, allowed him to see inside her tent.

Inside, the abode was MUCH larger than it appeared on the inside and very well clean and kept. On the inside, everything was blurry but it wouldn't be hard to depict figures of strong men and women standing and sitting in front of a lit hearth, drinking from mugs and cheering and speaking in mumbled cheers and sung songs of victorious adventures in a very, very old dialect of the Nordic and Gaelic language, yet none of it would be able to be understood beyond muffled and mumbled tones.

The smell of mead and meat could be smelt from within the warding zone, yet restricted from the outside world. That, and power... an immense amount of power.

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As she was walking through the city, a sharp stabbing sensation appeared in the back of her brain and immediately she turned heels and began to dash back to her home while pushing her way past anyone and everything, apologizing each time she did, in fact, push another human aside. But this was an emergency.

'How?! How could this of happened!?' was the only thought that was going through her mind when she suddenly barged into her home and was panting heavily before suddenly brandishing a spear. "Who are you?! What do you want?! Speak!!!!"

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos could only laugh to himself as he looked around. He was so sure that runes of this level had been lost to history and yet here they were! Not to mention her home. That was the best part about it. Hypnos was absolutely thrilled to find wards that worked against him. After all it takes a lot of power to keep Sleep at bay. Then he heard the shouting. A woman demanding to know who he was and his purpose. Turning to face the witch Hypnos gave his usual gentle and caring smile.

" I am called many things. The All-Conqueror, The Father of Dreams, or simply Sleep. I prefer the name Hypnos, and as for why I'm here well... I was curious about why there was supposedly long forgotten warding doing in a colony I protect." Hypnos said gesturing to the wards which were still sapping his strength.

"I'm more curious as to your guests in your home.... I thought them long dead and yet.." the god chuckled, " There they are gods of old singing and drinking in your tent. How in Tartarus did you manage that?"

 

[Safton]

It hadn't taken Elijah long to pick up the blood trail. Tracking was one of the many skills he'd been instructed in growing up, so following the sanguine droplets on the grass to wherever they ended was simple enough. What caused him to pause was where the trail led: the clinic. More specifically, the building's storage area.

It could have been coincidence: a wounded animal runs to the nearest shelter. But werewolves, particularly Purebloods, weren't just animals. So was the choice of destination deliberate? That created a more disturbing possibility: whoever this Wolf was, they knew the layout of Vitae.

Eli shook his head, shoving the thoughts aside. One way or another, the matter would be settled soon enough. Sword in-hand, Elijah approached the front door of the clinic and entered.




William's eyes went wide as Mackenzie described the slaughter that had taken place in New York. He couldn't even imagine the homicidal control the Song had over him being exerted over dozens, even hundreds, of people. Some may have deserved it to be sure, but the rest... innocents. Wrong place, wrong time.

Seeing the tears in Mac's eyes, he quickly collected himself, raising a hand to her cheek to gently wipe a tear away. "Mac, you did save me. You saved my life before--" he stopped, taking a deep breath. "...before I did something I'd never be able to forgive myself for." He leaned toward her, away from the column he'd been tied to.

"As for what happened to those people... it's not your fault. You had to save Vitae and you couldn't have known how far Hypnos and his brother were going to take it. If you want someone to blame, blame them. Hell, blame Brendan -- or me. I volunteered to lead all of us in there."

He placed a hand on Mackenzie's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. "Whatever happens, we'll all figure it out. Together."

As if on cue, he appeared. Thanatos. "So, Hypnos tells me you harbour some anger towards him for the little incident that happened in New York. What exactly do you intent to do about your anger exactly?" he said in that casual, almost nonchalant way of his. William felt the anger well up inside him. He knew Thanatos had no doubt played a part in what happened in New York. Whether he had pulled the trigger himself or simply nudged his brother in the right direction... he was every bit as responsible.

William scoffed, a sound devoid of all humor. "'Incident'," he mimicked, his tone caustic. He shot a glare at the god, not concerned with the consequences. "Dozens of people -- some of them innocent -- tearing each other apart without any control over themselves because you two decide to throw a temper tantrum."

Hendrix shook his head. "Is this the part where you threaten to kill us if we say we plan to hold Hypnos accountable for those deaths? We trusted your brother. He betrayed that trust."

 

[SynKast]

She stared at him blankly for a moment before lowering her spear, knowing no one could understand them outside of her warded areas, "I welcome, and host the Norse and Celtic Gods of old at my hearth, after all, they get along well enough." she continued to grip the spear in one hand and glanced at him for a moment, "Is there anything else I can help you with? Drink, food?"

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos shook his head, " Another time perhaps. There is a reason I don't get invited to most parties. An hour or two with me and everyone's sleeping like babes. I just wanted to investigate how the wards got here and I have my answer. Other than that I suppose a gift in order to welcome you and your... guests." Hypnos gathered what little power he had left after what happened in New York. He deposited in the soil of her garden and a few moments later fully grown poppies began to spring up. " Use them as you see fit. I hope you have wonderful day." With that Hypnos moved to leave her warded area. He was barely keeping a physical form at this point thanks to the runes sapping his strength.

 

[SynKast]

Sibéal smiled and saw him off, offering him two water skins full of Ambrosia. before making her way back out to find a bar around the village.

(Once again, open for interaction; and my apologies for the shit post... Got nothing to go off of atm, that and writers block.)​

 

[St. Boethius]

Thanatos just smiled as the group got angry and began to gang up on him. Like any herd animal they rely on thier numbers to intimidate. " Not at all. I just came by to set the record straight. My brother couldn't do it by himself. Even after all those humans had put him through, forcing him to listen to his wife in pain for days. He was barely keeping himself together as it was. So I, as I always do, Did what needed to be done. If I hadn't have done what i did he would have killed himself, and I would have had to reap my own brother..... Tell me Hendrix, William, Mackenzie. Could you do it? Could you watch your loved one kill themselves and then be the one to actually end them? Or would you help end thier suffering by any means? Even if it meant going against their principles?" Death questioned them. The answer was so simple to him. What were a few humans compared to the eternity of sorrow his brother would face?